Tuesday, July 10, 2007

On monday afternoon, I peeled off a small little piece of meat/skin off my left hand. At first, there was nothing. Then blood started to ooze out from that small little hole. I didn't realise that until I had walked for about a few minutes.

It continued to bleed all the way until I reached home. I took a nap. Then I woke up. Blood was still flowing out from that small little hole. I told Mum about it. Mum helped me to put a plaster around it.

All of a sudden, I was really touched. I unconsciously reminisced about how Mum used to meticulously clean my wound when I was young and injured myself. Images and feelings of how my fears and pain were overcome by Mum's care, concern and touch were all that I thought and felt. These images gushed through my mind like a flood gate which had been opened after a few decades. The mixture of feelings - touched, bliss, yet sad were so overwhelming that I nearly couldn't control the tears which were brimming in my eyes.

I felt that I'm blessed.

This was the wound with the plaster. There was still blood coming our from the hole after more than five hours.